With a wise sword, he severs the threads of love; forgetting love does not sever fate.
Frost and snow turn his hair white; the martial world knows no peace at night.
At the end of the Southern Song, Mongol Yuan's iron hooves pressed against the border, while the court in Lin'an drank and dreamed its days away. Turmoil swept through the martial world, and a bloodstained letter bearing the words “The Imperial Seal has appeared; the realm is in chaos” shattered the drunken dream of Master Feng San.
He was the most carefree wanderer in the martial world, and the most feared knight-errant at court. His “Wise Sword,” shaped like a crescent moon, could sever the threads of love, but never all the troubles of the world. When his closest friend's entire family was slaughtered, when the woman he loved became a mystery overnight, and when all the evidence pointed to him as the culprit behind a string of bloody murders, Feng San walked into a deadly trap with a wine gourd in hand.
From the tears of a beauty by the Qinhuai River to the stratagems of the imperial palace; from the strange mystery of a haunted ship belonging to the Canal Gang to a shocking conspiracy on the frontier battlefield. Every woman who draws near him has a secret, and everyone who helps him has their own motives. Yet the hand stirring up this storm is hidden in the most unexpected place...
In the twilight of a collapsing dynasty, watch Feng San use his Wise Sword to unravel the mystery and strong wine to wash away old grudges. When the final mask is removed, will the person standing before him be an old friend, or another version of himself?
Good looking and rich in content
It smells like cologne
Very good worth seeing
Very good. Worth reading.
It's okay, not too much nonsense
It's so exciting, I can't stop, it's so wonderfully written, and it's so beautiful.
Well written, I appreciate it